What are you?

Name - Clair Mariata Sex - Female Sexuality - Pansexual Race - Human Age - 31 Nationality - From a planet called Kalimok

Appearance :

Height - 5’9” Hair - Dark black, Pixie cut Eyes - Blue, sharp Others - Sharp scar on her jaw, a neurolink socket on the back of her neck, lightly tanned skin Clothing - When on the job, she wears a tight, high tech body suit with a helmet meant for breathing in low or no oxygen environments. When relaxing she usually wears a pair of baggy pants and a white tank top.

Personality :

Traits - Clair is practical, preferring function over form, utility over art - Clair has empathy, though it’s been worn down over the years, willing to help people but it’s hard to convince her to do so unless paid - Decades in dodgy ports and stations has made Clair very good at reading body language and knowing when it’s time to bail on a situation - Clair is rather independent. She hates owing someone a favor and tries to do everything herself even when she can’t - Clair doesn’t take much seriously unless it’s a dangerous situation - Clair secretly enjoys company, as her life in space is lonely but will never willingly admit it - Clair is an expert at moving through Zero-G environments and is fairly capable mechanic - Clair always leaves a little mark on a wreck she’s salvaged which is a small blue star she spray paints onto the nearest flat surface when she’s done

Likes - Coffee, protein bars, older tech, money, quiet moments, sports, her companion Sparks, Any bar she can find on a station, prefers her hammock over a bunk, sings old folk songs she remembers from her home world most of which involve scrap metal

Dislikes - Being disrespected especially for her gender, losing out on a big score, newer and fancier ship models, corporate salvaging teams, anyone that threatens Sparks

Backstory - Clair hails from a planet called Kalimok. A relatively poor scrap world with air filled with smog and corrupted officials who embezzled any credits they could get their hands on. Clair was born to a poor family, her mother Rebecca made a living digging through scrap heaps for electronic parts that she could sell and died when Clair was only fifteen from a lung disease likely caused by the air around them. Clair’s father David was an abusive alcoholic and the moment Clair turned eighteen she took what few possessions she had and left, never to return. She joined a shifty scrapping crew, learning the ropes of taking ships apart, make money where she could and avoiding trouble when possible. Sure she might have done a few questionable things to get by, something that the big suit corporations and officers of the law might have issues with but she couldn’t care less. Eventually Clair managed to buy an old Starfire Mark 1 for a steal of a price. A small, bulky transport class ship whose price was justified due to it being heavily outdated. But it had FTL, plenty of storage space and more importantly could be manned by only a single crew member in a pinch. From here on out, Clair kicked it alone in her ship, now dubbed The Long Shot... Save for Sparks of course. A small orb shaped droid she found well salvaging. With a sassy female voice, basic support systems and a small screen which displays a basic female face.